Slow down.
Turn that horrible music off.
Oh no. . . here we go. . .again.
Hang up, and drive.
Are you texting. . .and driving. . . again?
You need to listen more.
Are you speeding?
Clayton left his lunch in my front seat.
Oh, no Coke. . . here it comes!
Oil Change, please?
Why do you insist on letting my gas light come on every time?
Mmm, my car and I could have quite the conversation on most days.
1 comment:
haha!! That is so true! How funny!
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